ANYWAY THE MORNING OF HEMSBY ARRIVES, THE LAST RALLY OF THE YEAR FOR THE BLUE AND GOLD SC,
11 O'CLOCK AND BOB AND MOUSSE MEET AT NEIL'S HOUSE FOR THE GETAWAY,
WITH THE DEB, ANG, CLAIRE AND CALVIN FOLLOWING IN CARS.
AS THEY ALL RIDE TS1'S ITS 70 MPH FOR 40 MILE TO NORWICH WHERE THEY FILL UP,
WITH THAT DONE THEY HEAD UP THE A47 TOWARDS HEMSBY ONLY FOR MOUSSE'S (I WILL DO ANYTHING TO BE CENTRE
OF ATTENTION EVEN IF IT MEANS CHUCKING MYSELF OFF MY SCOOTER) TO LOSE HIS BACK WHEEL AT 50ISH MPH!!
WITH HIM SKIDDING DOWN THE TARMAC IN FRONT OF THEM BOB & NEIL MISS
THE OPPORTUNITY OF RIDING OVER HIS HEAD (WHY? WE ALL SAY....)
WITH HIS SCOOTER IN BITS AND A BROKEN SHOULDER ITS OFF TO HOSPITAL FOR THE TRIO.
AS MOUSSE IS GETTING LOOKED AT POOR ANGIE FAINTS WITH THE THOUGHT OF
HAVING TO WIPE HIS SHITTY ARSEHOLE FOR THE NEXT SIX WEEKS.
NOW WITHOUT KNOWING WHAT'S BEEN GOING ON ALL DAY ROB ARRIVES AT HEMSBY (GUTTED AS HE
THOUGHT HE'D BE PLAYING CATCH UP IN THE DRINKING) TO BE TOLD ALL ABOUT POOR MOUSSE'S BAD RIDING SKILLS.
AFTER FINDING THE OTHERS AND HEARING IT ALL AGAIN WE AT LAST HEAD TO THE PUB!!
WAITING FOR US ARE REN, DEAN, MICHELLE AND THE FINE CITY PISS HEADS, NOW FOR SOME SERIOUS DRINKING
AND TALKING SHIT AS USUAL. WHAT A GREAT NIGHT IT WAS THEY SAID (IF ONLY I COULD REMEMBER)
SATURDAY MORNING! DEBBIE WAKES US UP AT STUPID O'CLOCK TO COOK SOME BREAKFAST,
WELL ITS 8.30 AND NEIL ASKS IF WE WANT A DRINK (CUP OF TEA?? CUP OF COFFEE??)
NO A FECKING CAN OF BEER!!! NOT TO OFFEND HIS HOSPITALITY WE ALL OPEN THEM UP AND SIP AWAY???
THIS IS A BAD START WITH A WHOLE DAYS DRINKING AHEAD...
WELL AFTER ABOUT 8 CANS ITS TIME TO LOOK ROUND THE OLD CUSTOM SHOW (BEST STEET
RACER AGAIN FOR NEIL) WITH THAT DONE ITS TIME TO FIND A PUB TO WATCH UTD
TURN OVER SOME COCKNEY FRENCH TEAM, THE PUB WAS FULL.
ALL CHEERING UTD ONLY FOR THE LUCKY FRENCH LOT TO SCRAP A DRAW.
SO ITS BACK TO THE RALLY WE HEAD, MR & MRS BUZZY HAD NOW ARRIVED (LOOKS SO GOOD IN HIS DRESS (SEE PHOTOS).
THIS IS WHERE IT BECOMES ABIT VAIGE AS THE BEER REALLY KICKS IN,
A GREAT NIGHT AGAIN I THINK?? BOB WITH HIS EMPTY BEER GLASS TOWER??
AND SOME VERY ODD DANCING OR FALLING OVER GOING ON ITS SUDDENLY 4 IN THE MORNING
AND I FEEL LIKE DEATH ( SEE PHOTOS).
SHIT ITS MORNING! AND TIME TO PACK THE STUFF AND HEAD HOME.
ALL HOME SAFETLY AFTER A TOP RALLY, AND TIME FOR MOUSSE TO START THINKING OF WHAT TO DO
WITH HIS BROKEN SCOOTER SO ITS READY FOR NEXT YEAR.
ROB.
